Forced to take the love route by a scumbag villain

Meng Xing slept for two full days.

He didn't sleep all the time, there would be time to get up to eat, but he felt sleepy again soon after he was full, so he continued to fall on the bed.

Finally, when the calendar turned to the fifth day of August, his blood bar was restored to 80 through adequate sleep and careful medicinal diet.

After a hundred days of bruising, the level of medical treatment in ancient times is incomparable to that of the interstellar era. Meng Xing was injured by a glass fragment in his lower abdomen, which caused him to bleed so much. On the third day, he was still alive and kicking to climb a water pipe. Eavesdropped on information. But now, he has been raised obediently for two days, which means he is in better spirits, but he still can't do any strenuous exercise.

But this is good, at least he finally has the energy to get up and move around instead of just lying in bed groggy.

Meng Xing walked around the house twice under Chunhua's service, stretching his muscles that had been immobile for a long time. As he walked, he asked: "Where is the Prime Minister?"

Speaking of which, he hadn't seen Wen Rulan for almost two days.

Wen Rulan seemed to be very busy these two days. Although Sun Shen's case and Meng Xing's sentencing that day were completely one-sided in favor of Wen Rulan, Guan Yan and his group were not willing to just swallow this.

During the two days when Meng Xing was not in court, this group of people seemed to be dancing so happily that Wen Rulan had to be busy dealing with it and did not have much time to see Meng Xing.

But no matter how busy he was, he would take some odd time every day to see how Meng Xing was doing. It just wasn't a coincidence that he chose the time when Meng Xing had eaten enough and fell asleep.

As a result, Meng Xing has not seen Wen Rulan in the past two days.

"Your Majesty, the Prime Minister seems to be handling official business in the imperial study." Chunhua, who was supporting Meng Xing, responded respectfully.

Meng Xing said "Oh" and rolled his eyes at the same time, feeling that he needed to see Wen Rulan. He wanted to read Wen Rulan's heart before, but he passed out due to his injuries before he could do it. Thinking of this, Meng Xing rubbed his fingers impatiently. He must see what was thinking in Wen Rulan's head this time!

Meng Xing geared up, maintaining the excitement of approaching Wen Rulan's inner world, and slowly walked to the imperial study room.

There's nothing I can do about it, he can't walk fast.

When they arrived at the door of the imperial study room, the eunuch on duty had just made a call and Wen Rulan came out of the hall to welcome him. And immediately pushed the palace servant who was supporting Meng Xing to take over this important task himself.

While holding Meng Xing's arm, he smiled and said, "Why is Your Majesty here?"

"Come to see you." Meng Xing said truthfully.

The smile on Wen Rulan's lips deepened a little. She had been depressed for two days due to the complicated official duties and Guan Yan's group, because Meng Xing's four words changed the clouds and revealed the moon.

He waved to other palace people to go out, and the palace was instantly empty. Then he helped Meng Xing to the chair where he sat before to handle government affairs. He thoughtfully put the cushion on Meng Xing and helped Meng Xing sit down.

Meng Xing looked at the pile of memorials on the table in front of him and asked casually: "Is the Prime Minister busy?"

He is really smooth-talking. It is the same type as "Have you eaten?", it is an introduction before getting to the topic.

The normal answer should be that he is not busy, but Wen Rulan slapped the snake on the stick and sighed: "Busy, Your Majesty has slept comfortably these two days, but I don't know what kind of trouble there is in the court."

"What's going on?" Meng Xing asked curiously.

"Grand Master Guan insists that General Sun Shen is innocent. He only wants to throw dirty water on me. Your Majesty must make the decision for me." He looked like a white lotus that had been bullied.

Meng Xingxin explained that it was a big-tailed wolf pretending to be a little white rabbit. Since the palace people had withdrawn anyway, he was not afraid of rumors, so he decided to take off Wen Rulan's rabbit skin.

"General Sun Shen may not be innocent, but Grand Master Guan was right about one thing that day. Prime Minister, you falsely conveyed the imperial edict, which is a serious crime against the nine tribes." Meng Xing frowned, pretending to be serious.

Wen Rulan's eyes narrowed, and the smile on his face disappeared for a moment, but the next moment, the corners of his lips raised again, with a slightly different contempt than before: "Your Majesty, do you want to punish me?"

"If I wanted to punish you, I wouldn't have smoothed things over for you that day." Meng Xing responded.

Wen Rulan blinked and took back the slight ray of contempt. He walked around behind Meng Xing, rubbed Meng Xing's shoulders and neck, and asked as he did so: "Why does Your Majesty want to smooth things over for me?"

"Because your life belongs to me, and I don't want you to die." Meng Xing still told the truth.

After experiencing a failure, his attitude towards the game changed from not being very concerned about it to being a little concerned about it. He had an obsession to pass the game.

This was Meng Xing's idea, but to Wen Rulan's ears, it had a different meaning.

These words are nothing more than ambiguous love words, and the words declare strong sovereignty.

Although Wen Rulan himself prefers to be the strong one, he likes the feeling of being in control of everything, but for Meng Xing, he can give in a little bit.

So he readily agreed: "I should strictly abide by the Holy Will, but what about other things?"

Wen Rulan smiled and asked: "Aside from not letting me die, does your Majesty want to do anything else to me?"

Meng Xingxin said what else could he do to Wen Rulan? Suddenly he felt a tingling sensation on his shoulder and neck. Wen Rulan's fingers ambiguously rubbed his neck twice through the material.

Still feeling it was not enough, he leaned forward and leaned close to Meng Xing's ear, and said with a chuckle: "I belong to your Majesty. Whatever your Majesty wants me to do, I dare not disobey."

But there was no hint of fear in his tone. Meng Xing thought to himself, Wen Rulan was not only brave, but also had the audacity to tease the emperor.

But so what, despite Wen Rulan's nice words and her appearance of letting Meng Xing do whatever he wants, in fact if Meng Xing's request is not what he wants, such as returning the power of the government, he will immediately Fall out.

Meng Xing particularly believed in Wen Rulan when it came to how low the bottom line for scum was.

So he wasn't going to make any excessive demands. He just stood up from the chair, got rid of Wen Rulan's service, which was called massaging, but was actually eating tofu. At the same time, he responded: "Speaking of which, I do have one more thing to think about. Please ask the Prime Minister."

"Oh?" Wen Rulan looked like she was all ears.

Meng Xing continued: "The Prime Minister's handwriting is famously good. I have admired him for a long time. Why don't you teach me how to write?"

Emperor Yongle's handwriting was ugly, and Meng Xing's was equally ugly. After all, he couldn't write with a brush at all. However, he didn't intend to imitate it. He just wanted to take the opportunity to have some physical contact with Wen Rulan.

Meng Xing had no evil intentions in the mere physical contact, he just wanted to see Wen Rulan's inner thoughts.

Wen Rulan was a little surprised by Meng Xing's proposal, but she immediately agreed after being surprised. Because he also realized that when teaching the other person to write, he could use some physical contact.

Meng Xing has innocent thoughts, but Wen Rulan may not.

He cleared a clear space on the desk, then laid out the papers, put a paperweight on them, and finally rolled up his sleeves to grind ink for Meng Xing until everything was ready.

"Your Majesty, please write two random words first and let me see if there is anything wrong with the way Your Majesty writes." Wen Rulan said as she took a pen from the pen holder and handed it to Meng Xing's hand.

Meng Xing held the holder of the calligraphy brush. He felt as if a person who was used to using chopsticks felt the discomfort of holding a knife and fork for the first time. He couldn't help it, he really couldn't write calligraphy with calligraphy at all.

But he is not afraid of revealing his secrets. After all, he is ugly, how can he be so ugly?

As for what words to write... Meng Xing thought for a while and wrote the words "Jun Chen" on the rice paper.

He is the king and Wen Rulan is the minister. He is reminding someone to pay attention to the scale and not to cross the boundary between the king and his ministers.

However, Wen Rulan didn't seem to understand, or perhaps he did understand and chose to ignore the warning. As soon as Meng Xing finished the last stroke of the word "Chen", Wen Rulan's hand came up.

At the same time, Wen Rulan's inner voice also reached Meng Xing's ears, a somewhat gluttonous sigh: "Your Majesty's hands are so tender."

Meng Xing: "..."

As an emperor, he doesn't have to do heavy work, so his hands are naturally white and tender. This is true, but when Wen Rulan said it in this tone...

No, he didn't say it out loud, he just thought about it in his heart.

Meng Xing adjusted his frozen expression and pretended to be nonchalant. He let Wen Rulan put her hand on his and lead him to write.

And while listening to the serious guidance from Wen Rulan's mouth, he also listened to his true confession in his heart.

"Your Majesty's posture when holding the pen is wrong. The five fingers should press, press, hook, push, and push each other to perform their respective duties." As he spoke, he also used his five fingers to demonstrate these five movements on the back of Meng Xing's hand.

This action was already very ambiguous, but his inner thoughts were even more ambiguous: "It's a pity that His Majesty's hand is used to hold a pen."

Meng Xing: "?"

He didn't know what Wen Rulan was regretting, and he didn't really want to know.

Fortunately, Wen Rulan didn't think too deeply, and all the thoughts in his mind were gone.

"When writing, you need to be consistent and powerful, so that the center of the brush is always moving in the dot painting." Wen Rulan continued, in order to more conveniently carry Meng Xing with his brush, he put his left hand on Meng Xing's waist.

"His Majesty's waist feels quite strong, but I don't know how it will be in actual use."

Meng Xing: "??"

use? ! This word is used very delicately. Meng Xing complained in his heart.

"When the stippling power is exhausted, use all your strength to collect it. When you move the brush, it must be collected at the same time. It can be done in one go."

Wen Rulan touched Meng Xing's waist and stretched her hand forward a little, reaching the lower abdomen.

"Although he is an adult at the age of eighteen, he is still young after all. I don't know how developed His Majesty is..." Thinking of this, his fingers unconsciously moved down a few inches along his lower abdomen.

Meng Xing: "!"

"That's enough!" He finally couldn't help but interrupt Wen Rulan's increasingly excessive inner activities, and at the same time broke away Wen Rulan's hand covering the back of his hand.

Wen Rulan looked puzzled, wondering why Meng Xing sounded so excited. After all, he was teaching seriously.

At least verbally serious.

Meng Xing also realized his gaffe. He straightened his expression again and found an excuse to make up for it: "These two characters are enough. Prime Minister, let's write in another character."

"What does Your Majesty want to write?" Wen Rulan's attitude was casual and she let Meng Xing choose.

"Just write Qing, Xin, Widow, and Desire." Meng Xing separated these four consecutive words and read them to Wen Rulan word by word.

I don't know if Wen Rulan understood it, but he said "Okay" with a smile on his lips. After saying that, he held Meng Xing's hand again and walked on the rice paper with the pen in Meng Xing's hand.

He wrote the word "pure heart", but his own heart was not pure at all. Meng Xing once again heard the other person's inner comments about his figure.

But Meng Xing wasn't too excited this time, because he had just done some mental construction for himself, and he felt that Wen Rulan could only comment and couldn't do much else.

However, he miscalculated.

After finishing writing the word "widow" and starting to write the last word "desire", Wen Rulan didn't know whether it was because of the temptation of this word. His coherent and freely retractable handwriting suddenly lost control, "desire" The last stroke of the word should have been stopped in time, but together with his wandering heart, it went in an indescribable direction.

"I really want to pin His Majesty on this table right now..."

Meng Xing: "!!!"

作者有话要说：感谢在2020051200:44:252020051300:41:49期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 peach-flavored grapefruit wine;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Zhongzhong; 3 bottles of Choking Fish; 2 bottles of Zeyue Xing;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!